The muffled voice outside the door chuckled.
"Heh heh heh... You think I'd make such a rookie mistake?"
That blood-red eye stared straight at me, as if trying to guess what I was up to. But he probably still hadn't figured out that I didn't have any particularly
good ideas, either. I'd been hoping I could cut through the rebar, but judging by what he'd just said, that probably wasn't an option.
So much for cutting through the rebar.
I'd have to try something else. As for whether it would work... I only thought it might. Whether it actually would was
still up to luck.
With that thought, I glanced through the peephole again.
"Had your fill?"
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Zhang Min didn't answer. He just laughed. I didn't know what was going on with that blood-red eye, but clearly,
he wasn't like ordinary people.
In my memory, the only ones with blood-red eyes were Zombies. Ordinary people didn't have eyes like that. So seeing his
eyes turn that color made
me curious.
"You're Zhang Min, right?"
"..."
Zhang Min didn't say anything. He just turned his eye toward me.
"Don't you think your eyes are strange?"
"You mean the one you stabbed blind?"
Zhang Min's subdued voice had a strange lilt to it.
Ignoring his deliberate attempt to twist my question, I raised a hand and pointed at his good eye.
"Why... are your irises blood-red? I thought that was something only Zombies had."
As I said this, I stepped closer and looked at Zhang Min. His face really did look different from an ordinary person's.
His skin had little luster and was
tinged with a pale, ashen color. It might have been hard to tell without looking closely, but after meeting Mo Feibai, I knew
that was